In the northern Xinjiang camp, at night Li Wenzhong wore a mysterious armor with his left hand holding a sword on his waist and shuttled through the camp to inspect various tents. From time to time he frowned and scolded the generals behind him. This was his daily routine.
Ever since he succeeded Chang Shuai in charge of the army, he had been working hard and sleeping day and night without daring to slack off. Fortunately, Chang Shuai had the intention to fulfill his wish. Before leaving, he deliberately demoted the most rebellious but outstanding military general among the generals.
He was given the opportunity to be favored and promoted, and his position was justifiable and he was soon promoted to the title of king by the court. With his majestic appearance, he successfully gathered the military power in his hands and dispatched all kinds of soldiers and horses with ease.
After finally taking a look at the horses in the horse camp, and personally unpacking a few bags of grain and grass for inspection, they nodded with satisfaction, and the generals also breathed a sigh of relief.
A general from the left-leading army guard came forward and said: "General, the princes of the Tatar Chahar Tribe, Tumut Tribe, and Asut Tribe have arrived, and the other tribes have also sent envoys."
"Where's Tianbaonu?"
"He was quite obedient. He stayed in his tent and never went to meet with the Tatar kings."
Another man stepped forward and said: "General, there is such a fierce commotion over there in Wala, why not take advantage of this moment to kill these few people, and really lead the troops into the grassland, sweep the holes and plow the courtyard, and make peace for our Ming Dynasty.
A legacy that will last forever."
The expressions on the faces of the people behind turned dark. Not to mention whether this matter was as easy as it sounds, without the threat of the grassland, how could they, who have tens of thousands of mercenaries under their command, have the confidence to be arrogant in the future?
, I was promoted to an official position for a while, but I no longer had real power in my hands.
Li Wenzhong shook his head and said: "The few who came have already arranged their tribes to prepare in advance. As soon as our army moves, they will disperse instantly. Not only will it be in vain, but it will also destroy the credibility that His Highness has finally established."
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Although the Ming Dynasty is powerful now, the grasslands are so vast. As long as they are willing to give up the water and grasslands they occupy, there is really nothing to fear. After all, the royal family like them will not suffer no matter what. As for the herdsmen, they are just weeds.
Now he can summon several royal leaders with just one letter. In addition to his military strength, he also relies on the credibility of the Ming Dynasty. Yes, he can divide the enemy and ourselves vertically, but as long as it is not on the battlefield, the Ming Dynasty will not be able to defeat the Ming Dynasty.
The Tatar tribes must fulfill their promises.
This is also Zhu Biao's order. It started when Xu Da Chang Yuchun was in charge of northern Xinjiang. He divided up trade rewards and never broke any promises. For this reason, many small Tatar tribes have always been more inclined to the Ming Dynasty than to join forces with Oara.
"Go and see them." Li Wenzhong patted the dirt on his hands and said, "Tianbaonu is watching over there. General Wuben will not allow him to move without permission."
"promise!"
Not long after, Li Wenzhong entered the big tent surrounded by generals, ignoring the Tatar kings who came to greet them. It was one thing to be trustworthy, but it was another thing to be polite to them.
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Seeing Li Wenzhong's behavior, several Tatar princes with big bellies covered in gold and silver, and even the cymbal hats with huge jewels inlaid on their heads, didn't take it seriously.
"Haha, His Highness King Qiyang is worthy of being the pillar of the Ming Dynasty. He is truly majestic and a great hero!"
If their appearance and style were not different from those in the Central Plains, no one would doubt that they were wealthy merchants and gentry from the south of the Yangtze River.
In fact, they are used to it. The previous Northern Xinjiang general, Kaiping Wang Chang Yuchun, was much more arrogant and unruly than this. He treated them like cattle, horses, pigs and dogs, but they could tolerate this. Li Wenzhong was nothing.
After being defeated in the Central Plains and retreating to the grassland, and losing the throne that had been passed down to the descendants of Emperor Shizu, he naturally had no confidence to compete with the people in front of him.
After Li Wenzhong sat down without saying a word, he lined up the school on the other side and stared at them eagerly. Upon seeing this, King Chahar stroked his chest and saluted: "After hearing the call of the prince, I rushed over without stopping. I don't know what the order was.
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"Why are you gathering so many troops from all the tribes?"
King Tumut touched the golden silk-encrusted ring on his finger and lowered his head and said: "This is Mongolia's own business. King Qiyang doesn't have to worry about it."
Li Wenzhong looked sideways slightly and his tone did not change at all: "Do you think our soldiers are disadvantaged?"
"General! The last general invites you to fight!"
"Please allow me to lead my cavalry to destroy the Tumote tribe!"
Li Wenzhong raised his hand and there was a sudden silence in the room: "You have all been canonized by the imperial court, and you have your own restrictions in addition to the awards."
The envoy from the Horqin tribe came forward to caress his chest and salute: "Why are we gathering our troops? You should also know that Mengge Timur killed Zhuoliktu Khan. This is something we cannot allow."
The general of the left-leading army guard sneered: "When Yesudier killed your last khan, why didn't he hear you say that he couldn't tolerate it and wanted revenge?"
The envoy of the Horqin tribe was very handsome. He was the son-in-law of King Horqin and the eldest son of the current patriarch of the Hongji tribe. The general of the left army guard on the other side sneered at him with contempt. He just lowered his head slightly and said: "It's natural for him to join forces with Wala to kill Usahar Khan."
It is extremely dishonorable, but since his surname is still a child, it is an internal issue for us."
"What Tuotuo said is right, King Qiyang, you can send troops to watch over us, but please don't stop us from conquering the rebellion of Wala."
"no."
"Hahaha!"
The faces of the Tatar kings were ashen, while the soldiers of the Northern Territory on the other side laughed loudly and unceremoniously.
Tuotuo took a deep breath, stopped several princes who were about to have an attack, stepped forward and said sincerely: "Wala has never accepted the canonization of the Ming Dynasty, let us conquer them, and bring the entire grassland tribes to express their gratitude to the Ming Dynasty.
Your Majesty, this is also a great achievement for you."
Li Wenzhong ignored these words. He had already reached this point. No merit or demerit would be a great achievement. He would not be easily swayed by interests. He would never make decisions without receiving an order from the Holy Emperor or the Crown Prince.
"You must wait for the imperial court's decree before you can gather troops to attack, otherwise I will lead a large army to the grassland and kill you and other tribes!"
These words almost tore away the fig leaf that they had been hiding in the past few years. The faces of the several Tatar princes were extremely ugly, and their eyes were dark and they didn't know what they were thinking. They looked at the generals opposite and were ready to make a move.
The two sides are rivals. If the Ming Dynasty had the strength to sweep away the grasslands, or if the grasslands had the foundation to counterattack the Central Plains, the war would have broken out long ago. Therefore, if there was a real problem, they would not care about their appearance.
Several people wanted to throw up their sleeves and leave, but they didn't believe that he really dared to lead his troops to garrison. Besides, they were not vegetarians. They were fighting on the grassland, and it was still unclear who would win and who would lose.
But in the end, reason prevailed. It was easy to embarrass Li Wenzhong, but it didn't end well. If he stabbed Li Wenzhong in the back during the battle between Tatar and Oara, everything would be over.
"King Qiyang behaves like this, we will definitely report it to the Ming Emperor. In addition, please invite Master Tianbaonu to come out. The grassland cannot be left without an owner for a day."
Li Wenzhong thought for a moment, and finally agreed. Just as the other party was willing to tolerate it at this time, it was best to leave some room. Besides, Tianbaonu was in his hands, and he didn't believe he could fly with wings.
Soon the waiter invited Tianbaonu over. Li Wenzhong sat quietly at the table and watched a good scene of his uncle and nephew reunited and cried, without mentioning that this was to avenge Tianbaonu's father-killing enemy.
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Even Tianbaonu was like this, shouting with righteous indignation that Mengge Timur should kill the Khan, because the world would not allow him to survive.
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There were many thick Buddhist scriptures placed in front of Zhu Biao, and eminent monks and great virtues came and went to pay homage to him from time to time. This caused discussion among both the government and the public. Many censors wrote to advise him, bluntly saying that the prince should not read more of this kind of thing, and that the emperor should personally come forward.
put one's oar in.
Naturally, Zhu Biao was not suddenly enlightened, he was just studying ways to tame Mongolia. After removing the authority and glory of the Golden Family, although it split Mongolia to a certain extent, it also gave Cao Mang a chance to stand out.
Therefore, it is still necessary to complete other means, and to use the Yellow Sect to docile Mongolia is China's best plan.
When it comes to choosing, Tibetan Buddhism is the most suitable, and the foundation for this was laid as early as the time of Kublai Khan, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty. Tibetan Buddhism was the state religion of the Yuan Dynasty and had a great influence among princes, nobles and ordinary herdsmen.
However, Buddhism and Taoism in the Central Plains have no roots in the grasslands, and are also very rejected by herdsmen. Their influence is not even comparable to that of traditional shamanism.
